Going Back

Chapter Fifteen - Fake It Until You Make It

After dinner we gave Gabe a bubble bath and then tucked him into bed. He was clearly tired out he fell asleep right away.

Evan checked on him at least five times within the next hour and I wondered if maybe my presence was making him uncomfortable.

"I should get an early night." I exclaimed as he sat down beside me. "We've got the studio tomorrow after all."

"Yeah, of course, I'll uh grab some clothes and leave you to it."

Evan stood up and walked down the hallway, I stood up and followed him. He grabbed a pair of pants and a shirt from his drawers then turned around and looked at me and half smiled.

"I've liked today, circumstances aside." Evan smiled. "You being here, Gabe being here."

"Me too." I smiled back. Evan began to walk back toward the bedroom door, only I knew I didn't want him to go. "Ev, you don't have to sleep on the sofa."

He stopped and turned around. "I do." He murmured walking back toward me. He stopped and kissed me gently on the lips.

"Night Ace." He exclaimed pulling back from the kiss.

He left the room and closed the door behind him. His room was big, bigger than the guest room by threefold at least. It smelt like him, the soft scent of his aftershave and whatever Rita used to launder his clothing and blankets filled the room.

I sat down on his bed, it was soft, like a cloud. I could tell he slept on the right side, the book on the nightstand and the alarm clock were a give away.

I lay down where I knew Evan had lain before, resting my head where his had rest. I looked at the spine of the book on the nightstand and frowned. "Moving on from heartbreak."

Evan didn't seem like the kind of guy who gave much weight to self help books. Yet here one sat, half read on his nightstand. I picked it up and opened it at the bookmark. He'd underlined passages, and made notes in the margins. I swallowed hard and shoved the bookmark back into the book and placed it down. I didn't want to read about his heartbreak, not when it filled me with a confusing jealousy.

I lay on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, as comfortable as Evan's bed was, something was missing. I sucked in a breath and sighed.

There was a knock at the door, ever so slight but enough that I heard it. "Hello?"

The door opened and Evan stood there, wearing black pyjama bottoms and a black singlet. He leaned against the door frame and looked at me with a half smile that melted me from the inside out.

"Change your mind?" I whispered, peeling the blankets back again. Evan smiled and nodded, walking across the floor.

"I did," he replied. "But we're just sleeping."

"Okay." I smiled moving over. Evan walked to the bed and sat down. He lay down and rest his head on the pillow facing me.

"Do you think we'll finish the song tomorrow?" I asked softly.

"I think so." Evan smiled. He moved closer, until our bodies were flush against one another, his arm rest over my hips and he drew on my lower back with his fingertips. My stomach rolled with an eager anxiety to push the envelope. I had never wanted anyone, but boy did I want Evan.

I nodded, unable to say anything in response.

"You okay?" Evan whispered, concern dripping from his words, he lifted his hand up from my hip to my face, cupping my cheeks as he moved my face to look at him.